Fall of the Dwarven Empire
The Old Ones, hidden beneath the ground, deep within their prisons of pure Mythril, stirred.
And with a scream, Illerin, God of Death, awoke.
Somehow, he had escaped the inky blackness of the void. And now, the world will pay for their indignities. To him and his brothers and sister.
Calling his remaining forces which had been leaderless after the war, he saw that most of his undead army had survived. With a smirk of hideous malice, he sent them on their way, directly into the caverns beneath Marzin, the Imperial city of the Dwarves.
The dwarves discovered the undead legions deep within their mines. At first, the Imperial Soldiers beat back the undead foe. But soon, the undead came back in force, each dwarf that died formed the body of another of the undead.
The Dwarves fell back, into the Imperial City itself, and hid behind their gates of Mythril and Steel. The undead hordes sieged the gates with undead skeletal dragons, blasting the main gates with gout after gout of fire.
For a time, it continued like this, with the undead blasting the gates and attempting to breach them. But then, seeing the failure of his legion, Illerin appeared in the middle of his army as a massive rotting giant of bones and muscle.
With a single swipe of his hand, the entire Dwarven legion guarding the gates was destroyed, and with another, the reinforced gates melted into a puddle of slag. Leading his forces into the very heart of the city, Illerin stole the thing keeping the city alive; the Crystal of the Great Earth Dragon, discovered near the foundation of the city.
Taking the crystal, Illerin smiled. Finally, his revenge was in sight.
Sending his legions after the Dwarves that where fleeing deeper into the caves the city was built around, the dwarves created a chokepoint by collapsing the tunnels. There, they stand to this day, fighting Illerin and his hordes of darkness, preventing them from ever reaching the surface.
And with a scream, Illerin, God of Death, awoke.
Somehow, he had escaped the inky blackness of the void. And now, the world will pay for their indignities. To him and his brothers and sister.
Calling his remaining forces which had been leaderless after the war, he saw that most of his undead army had survived. With a smirk of hideous malice, he sent them on their way, directly into the caverns beneath Marzin, the Imperial city of the Dwarves.
The dwarves discovered the undead legions deep within their mines. At first, the Imperial Soldiers beat back the undead foe. But soon, the undead came back in force, each dwarf that died formed the body of another of the undead.
The Dwarves fell back, into the Imperial City itself, and hid behind their gates of Mythril and Steel. The undead hordes sieged the gates with undead skeletal dragons, blasting the main gates with gout after gout of fire.
For a time, it continued like this, with the undead blasting the gates and attempting to breach them. But then, seeing the failure of his legion, Illerin appeared in the middle of his army as a massive rotting giant of bones and muscle.
With a single swipe of his hand, the entire Dwarven legion guarding the gates was destroyed, and with another, the reinforced gates melted into a puddle of slag. Leading his forces into the very heart of the city, Illerin stole the thing keeping the city alive; the Crystal of the Great Earth Dragon, discovered near the foundation of the city.
Taking the crystal, Illerin smiled. Finally, his revenge was in sight.
Sending his legions after the Dwarves that where fleeing deeper into the caves the city was built around, the dwarves created a chokepoint by collapsing the tunnels. There, they stand to this day, fighting Illerin and his hordes of darkness, preventing them from ever reaching the surface.